All Chapters of The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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161: Out of jealousy

Fiona POV I walked into the small cafe on the corner of 7th and Bleecker, the one Sebastian and I used to come to every Sunday morning when things were still good between us. The bell above the door jingled the same way it always had. The smell of fresh coffee and toasted bagels hit me immediately. The place had not changed: same wooden tables with chipped edges, same mismatched chairs, same blackboard menu behind the counter with chalk handwriting that looked like it had been there for twenty years. A few regulars sat scattered around, reading newspapers or staring at phones. No one looked up when I entered.Sebastian was already there. He sat at our old table near the window, the one with the view of the street and the flower stand across the road. He wore a dark gray sweater and jeans, hair a little longer than usual, stubble on his jaw. He looked up the second I stepped inside. His eyes found mine and held. For a moment he looked like the man I used to love, hopeful, almost

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

162: It's perfect the way it is

Fiona POV I walked through the front door of our apartment and let my bag drop to the floor with a soft thud. The place smelled like fresh laundry and the lavender candle Maverick always lit when he knew I had a hard day. Sunlight came in through the tall windows, painting long golden rectangles on the hardwood. It was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below.Maverick appeared from the hallway the second he heard the door. He wore gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, feet bare, hair still a little messy from his shower earlier. His eyes scanned me from head to toe like he was checking for damage."How did it go with Sebastian?" he asked right away. "You look exhausted."I kicked off my shoes and leaned against the wall for a second. My whole body felt heavy. "It was awful. He is still trying to blame everyone else for his mistakes except himself. It is exhausting."Maverick walked over and pulled me into his arms without another word. I rested my forehead on his sho

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

163: Digging the cave of secrets

Third POV Sebastian drove to the detention center on a gray Tuesday morning. The sky looked heavy with rain that never fell. He parked in the visitor lot and sat in the car for ten minutes, hands on the wheel, staring at the brick building.His stomach felt tight. Not from nerves exactly. From something colder. Something that had been growing inside him since he handed over the drive of Corine’s murder.He had not told anyone he was coming here. Not his lawyers. Not the few friends he still had. Not even Coco, who waited at home with a chew toy and a bowl of water. This was something he needed to do alone.Inside the building the air smelled like disinfectant and old metal. The guard at the desk recognized him now. No surprise in his face. Just a nod and a quick check of ID. Sebastian followed the same hallway he had walked before. Same buzzing lights. Same gray walls. Same echo of footsteps.Hudson waited in the interview room. Orange jumpsuit. Shackles on wrists and ankles. Gray ha

Last Updated : 2026-02-06

164: The best wedding dress

Fiona POV I stood in front of the tall three-way mirror in Lady Venus's private atelier, wearing the fifth dress of the day. The fabric was soft ivory satin that hugged my body gently, then flowed into a simple A-line skirt with a small train that brushed the floor behind me. No heavy beading. No dramatic lace. Just clean lines, a modest V-neck, and thin straps that crossed in the back. It felt light. It felt like me.Lady Venus adjusted the hem with quick, practiced hands. "This one sits beautifully on you. The waist is perfect. The train gives movement without being too much. What do you think?"I turned slowly. The mirror showed a woman who looked calm. Happy. A little rounder at the middle now, but glowing in a way that had nothing to do with makeup. My short hair was tucked behind my ears. My cheeks were pink from excitement and nerves."I think this might be it," I said quietly.The room exploded.Raina jumped up from the velvet sofa, clapping her hands like a child at a birth

Last Updated : 2026-02-07

165: The truth

Third POV Sebastian was alone in the mansion library when the phone rang. The room was dark except for the single lamp on the desk. Bookshelves towered around him like silent judges. Old leather bindings smelled faintly of dust and time. He had spent the last three nights here, going through boxes of his father’s old papers. Letters. Notes. Receipts. Anything that might explain the name Hammond. Anything that might connect Maverick to his family before Fiona ever entered the picture.The phone buzzed against the wood. Unknown number. He almost ignored it. Then he saw the area code. The detention center.He answered.“Sebastian?” Ross’s voice came through thin and cracked. No polish left. No confidence. Just raw need.He leaned back in the chair. “What do you want?”She took a shaky breath. “I heard about my father. They added the murder charge. First degree. No parole. Life. Because of the video. Because of what I gave you.”Sebastian stayed quiet.“I kept my end,” she said. “I tol

Last Updated : 2026-02-08

166: Together

Fiona POV Fiona sat on the big sectional sofa in the living room of their New York apartment, legs tucked under her, wearing soft gray leggings and one of Maverick's oversized black hoodies. The hood was up, framing her face, and she had pulled the sleeves over her hands like mittens. The coffee table in front of her was covered with snacks: bowls of popcorn, cut fruit, chocolate-covered strawberries, cheese and crackers, and sparkling water in tall glasses with lemon slices. No alcohol tonight. Not for her. Not for Maverick either. They had decided together that the bachelor and bachelorette parties would be one combined event. No separate nights out. No wild bars. Just their closest friends, games, laughter, and time together.The room looked cozy. Fairy lights strung across the windows. A few candles flickering safely on side tables. Soft music playing from a Bluetooth speaker, acoustic covers of songs they both liked. Raina had insisted on bringing a playlist titled “Fiona & Ma

Last Updated : 2026-02-09

167: Fear

Third POV Maverick stood in front of the full-length mirror in the small private room at the back of the London venue. The space was simple: white walls, a single window letting in pale morning light, a wooden chair, and a small table with his cufflinks and watch. He wore a charcoal gray suit with a crisp white shirt and a thin navy tie. No vest. No pocket square. Nothing flashy. Just clean lines that matched the quiet strength he carried every day.He adjusted the knot in his tie for the third time even though it was already perfect. His hands were steady on the outside, but inside his chest felt tight. Not the usual pre-ceremony nerves. Something deeper. Something that had lived under his skin for months.A soft knock came at the door.His mother, Hannah, stepped inside first. She wore a pale blue dress that made her eyes look even brighter. Her silver hair was pulled into a neat low bun. She smiled the way only a mother can smile when she sees her son about to marry the woman he

Last Updated : 2026-02-10

168: The Revelation

Fiona POV I stood in front of the tall mirror in the small bridal suite at the back of the venue. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant murmur of guests outside. My dress looked exactly like I had pictured it: ivory silk charmeuse, gentle V-neck, thin crisscross straps on the back, the fabric skimming over my belly before flowing into a soft A-line skirt with a short train. The fingertip veil was pinned into my short hair, floating behind me like a whisper. My makeup was light—rosy cheeks, soft eyes, red lips. My hands rested on my stomach. The baby gave a small kick, as if saying hello.I looked at myself and felt something settle deep inside me.This was it. The moment I had fought for, the moment I had almost lost, that I had rebuilt from nothing.My Mom stood behind me, hands clasped under her chin. Her eyes were already shiny. She wore a soft lavender dress that made her look younger than she had in years.“You are beautiful,” she sa

Last Updated : 2026-02-11

169: The runaway bride

Fiona POV I stood frozen in front of the mirror. The bride looking back at me looked like a stranger. The ivory silk dress that had felt perfect five minutes ago now clung too tight. The veil pinned in my hair suddenly weighed a ton. My hands were shaking so hard I had to press them against the vanity to keep from falling.Sebastian’s words kept repeating in my head.He is Eli.Eli.The boy I grew up with. The boy I laughed with until my stomach hurt. The boy I shared secrets with under blankets during sleepovers. The boy who promised we would always be together. The boy who died in a car crash when we were fifteen. The boy I buried. The boy I still called for in my sleep because the guilt never left me.Alive.Maverick.The man I loved. The man I trusted. The man I was about to marry. The man who held me through nightmares. The man who helped me get justice. The man who put a ring on my finger and promised forever. The man whose child I carried.Alive.And he knew.Sebastian watche

Last Updated : 2026-02-12

170: Everything is gone

Maverick POVMaverick stood under the simple rose arch, hands clasped tightly in front of him. The garden looked beautiful in the soft morning light. White roses climbed the wooden frame above his head. Guests sat quietly in rows of chairs, waiting patiently. The string quartet played a gentle melody that floated through the air. He tried to breathe steadily, but his chest felt tight.Time passed slowly. Too slowly. He kept his eyes fixed on the doors at the far end of the garden. Every few seconds he checked his watch. The coordinator stood nearby, glancing at her phone. She gave him a small smile, but it did not reach her eyes. Guests began to whisper. Some checked their watches. Others looked around, confused. Maverick felt their eyes on him.He told himself she was just nervous. Maybe fixing her veil. Maybe taking a moment alone. But the minutes stretched longer. Five minutes became ten. Then fifteen. The music looped again. The quartet kept playing the same soft notes. Maveric

Last Updated : 2026-02-13

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